Free me,
I shall not sit upon the iron that lies beneath my feet.

Hear me,
My calls sent out to the wind unheard, unseen.

Know me,
Use shall not accept me and neither will I.

Believe me,
May you be the shoulder on which my head will lean.

Trust me,
I know freedom and bars have not the freedom for me.

Pay me,
With a key, for the lock smote in your fingerprints.

Make me
Long for confinement, rather, make me rich and free.

Try me,
I spit upon a ruse and the lock that keeps me captive.

Be me,
Death and pain is not a weakness, but a circumstance of fear.

Fear me,
For I wield a sword.